Every act intends some good.

Hope is the great deceiver. Hope is the piper who leads us sleepy to our slaughter.

This world has only two kinds of people: villains and smiling villains.

...Many shadows hide behind light, and the best lies are those seasoned liberally with truth: salt covering the flavor of rotten meat.

..More choices in a limited time didn't mean didn't mean you could do everything-it meant that you could do anything, so you probably did nothing, frozen with indecision.

In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.

I still read Donne, particularly his love poems.

Every American poet feels that the whole responsibility for contemporary poetry has fallen upon his shoulders, that he is a literary aristocracy of one.

They want to let the audience figure things out and let the reaction shot get the laugh.

The whole size zero debate is disgusting. My sister, who's 13, looks amazing - but she's already worried about her figure.

All in all it was my intention to hold both the black and the white clientele by voicing the different kinds of songs in their customary tongues.

Today I escaped all circumstance, or rather I cast out all circumstance, for it was not outside me, but within my judgements.

I spend so much time living by myself - mostly in hotels - and I pick up cats when I'm feeling particularly lonely.

So much of science proceeds by telling stories.

I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?